"Are you the ancestor of the Lu Family?"
"Pretty ruthless, aren't you? Such harsh methods, not even sparing your descendants."
Xiao Zheng kicked a nearby corpse and asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Lu Jingchan laughed like a drunk, the sides of his cheeks showing a sickly red color: "With the coming of the Evil God, I naturally have to present my best skills to entertain you."
"Moreover, these wastes, well, they're dead. But if they can provide me a little help before dying, it counts as a purpose fulfilled."
As he spoke, the stench of decay on him intensified.
"No wonder you've secluded yourself in this valley for years. If my body smelled like yours, I wouldn't dare to see people either," Xiao Zheng said with a smile.
Faced with his mockery, Lu Jingchan was not angry, but rather smirked dismissively: "We're both people of the martial world; only the strongest realm is the pursuit of our generation! Why bother with such external matters?"
